
Prisoner of the Château-Fort du Louvre
“Confess yourself,” said the priest, coming toward him through shadow and light. “Notable captive.”
“Confess yourself,” said the priest, coming toward him through shadow and light. “Notable captive.”
Chukwu mo! Your air is the whitest version of white. Your voice is the softest version of soft. Your face no mortal or immortal has seen. Chukwu, I speak in my name and those of these two other Chi. We are back from our earthly sojourn with the souls you placed in our care.
What does it mean to be an Immigrant? Only if you are one, you will really know. For most of us it is a challenging journey, even if you have landed well.
When I birthed my second daughter, the doctors insisted I push instead of jumping straight to a C-section as we had done seven years ago with the first.